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TIME WILL TELL
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TIME WILL TELL was released on June 27, 2025 by CMS THE LABEL as a part of the album ALWAYS MY FAULT
June 27, 2025
LabelCMS THE LABEL
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, what they say, only time will tell
Greene roll it up, loud lungs like Adele Nowadays I can't wait to check the mail
There's another check in the mail, yeah All these dead presidents, I'm going to hell
Every time I double what they expect me to sell
Never been made for a casket or a cell Sipping soda, hoping that we don't crash
Like Intel, yeah Okay, I guess I took a L I
Spare one with it When he pop out, we gon' beat him like a
Snare drum with it Pussy doing interviews, who bring my name
Up with it
That was 2020, you still never came up with it
Can't compare the catalog, can't compare the pay stubs
Hit you with a verse on growing pains and you still play dumb
Doggy was a middleman, why you act like Escobar You ain't never had no whips out, you flexing
A rental car, yeah Even your boss ain't this
Put them all in the front, think I lost my list
Boy, you playing with your life, why you on my dick"I don't know, I'm a big fan of his old shit Suck a dick"
I'm back in the city and the bad bitches with me
I remember going back and forth from Danielson I'm litty
Ass fat as hell, but I'm playing with her titties
Walk around my city and they hate me like I'm 50
Ricky let me whip the Lexus I was wilding the red jawn the drop top
I should've been in college instead, I was running zips, fucking up the mileage
Bring it back on E, man, that shit was hella childish
Looking back now, cause I love to see the progress
Year two legal, how did we become the hottest
I ain't being cocky, I'm really just being modest
Know that I'm the greatest, I can hear it in my conscience
What they say, only time will tell Green roll it up, loud lungs like Adele, yeah
Nowadays, I can't wait to check the mail There's another check in the mail, yeah
All these dead presidents, I'm going to hell
Every time I double what they expect me to sell
Never been made for a casket or a cell Sipping soda hoping that we don't crash like
Intel, yeah
Never crash, never, never, never I won't crash, I won't crash, no, no
Never crash, never crash, no, no This shit a pass, shit a pass, go, yeah
This shit a pass, shit a pass, go, yeah
Written by: Zachary Barnes
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